My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Daming pulled on the chain and scolded its "mother" a couple more times.

Then he turned his gaze back to Li Yiguang, and a smile returned to his face.

But there was a hint of scrutiny in that smile.

"May I ask what brings Your Highness here so late at night?"

Li Yiguang smiled gently.

"It's nothing serious. I just wanted to go and take a look inside the Iron Prison."

Daming's smile froze slightly.

"this……"

It rubbed its hands together.

"Your Highness, as you know, the rules of the Imperial Iron Prison require His Majesty's warrant, you..."

Li Yiguang's smile faded slightly.

"Even I need it?"

Daming did not answer immediately.

It raised its head and looked at Li Yiguang's face.

Those amber-colored vertical pupils narrowed slightly in the moonlight.

The camera slowly scanned from the upper half of the face to the lower half, finally settling on the eyes.

"Your Highness,"

It opened its mouth, and its voice carried a certain indescribable meaning.

"Your eyes... seem to have lost their luster."

The moment the words fell—

The hunting axe moved.

He knew he had been exposed.

The giant black axe, like lightning tearing through the night, came crashing down on Daming with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks!

But his movements were still a beat too slow.

A dark figure was faster than him.

Lin Mo.

He didn't even draw his sword; the black sword was already unsheathed at some point.

The sword flashed in the moonlight and pierced directly towards Daming's throat!

Daming's reaction was surprisingly quick.

His amber-colored vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and his body leaned backward at an incredible angle.

At the same time, he loosened the chain with his left hand and drew his knife with his right hand—

But Lin Mo's sword was even faster.

As the sword flashed, a line of blood burst open at Daming's throat.

Its movements froze in mid-air, its amber eyes wide open, filled with disbelief.

It opened its mouth as if to say something, but could only make a "hoarse" sound.

Lin Mo sheathed his sword.

Daming swayed and then collapsed to the ground.

"Let's do it."

Lin Mo's voice was calm.

Hunter Axe paused for a moment, then grinned.

"good!"

He swung his giant axe and charged toward the nearest tent.

The killing began.

The Royal Guards reacted quickly enough.

At the very first moment the battle began, dozens of fully armed soldiers rushed out of each tent and quickly formed battle formations.

Auras of level 60 and above rose and fell, weaving together into an impenetrable energy network.

But it didn't work.

Lin Mo's figure moved swiftly through the camp rooms, each swing of his black sword taking away a life.

His speed was so fast that it was impossible for the naked eye to catch it; the guards didn't even have time to see his movements before they fell down.

The tactics of the hunter are completely different.

He was like a tiger among sheep, swinging his giant axe, each strike sending people flying.

Blood splattered in the moonlight, and screams echoed everywhere.

The entire military camp descended into chaos within a few breaths.

The guards tried to resist, tried to form ranks, and tried to organize an effective defense.

But faced with Lin Mo's absolute speed and the hunter's axe's ferocious power, all resistance seemed futile.

A tent was cleaved open by a giant axe.

The two arrow towers were severed by the sword light.

More than a dozen guards fell at the same time, their blood forming a stream that meandered through the barracks.

In the chaos, no one noticed the iron chain lying on the ground.

No one noticed that the dirty chimpanzee had raised its head.

It watched the back of the man in the black robe.

I looked at the black sword that gleamed eerily in the moonlight.

Watching the guards fall one by one.

Something was gleaming in its eyes.

It wasn't gratitude, nor fear, but a calm numbness.

Then it turned and ran towards the forest.

It runs very fast, faster than anyone could imagine.

The iron chains dragged on the ground, making a rattling sound.

It didn't stop until it reached the edge of the forest, turned around, and looked back.

The moonlight fell on that scarred face, and there seemed to be tears in those eyes.

Then it turned and disappeared into the depths of the forest.

Lin Mo did not notice the figure.

He stood in the center of the camp, with the last fallen guard at his feet.

Blood was still dripping from the black sword, drop by drop, onto the scorched earth.

Hunter Axe walked over, carrying his blood-stained giant axe, panting heavily, but with a hearty smile on his face.

"That was awesome!"

He grinned.

"I haven't had this much fun killing in ages!"

Lin Mo did not respond.

He looked down at the corpse of the hybrid beast at his feet.

Daming lay on the ground, his amber eyes still open, frozen with the resentment and confusion of his dying moments.

Its hand was still holding the knife, but the knife had been broken in two.

The wound in his throat was still bleeding, staining the ground beneath him red.

Lin Mo crouched down and plunged the black sword into its chest.

A moment later, he took out a crystal core.

The crystal core was about the size of a fist, emitting a faint amber glow, with intricate patterns faintly visible inside.

The essence of an 80th-level Beastmaster, if revealed to the outside world, would drive countless people crazy.

Hunter Axe walked over, looked at the essence, and his eyes lit up.

"Level 80 essence, this is a good thing, absorbing this can..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because Lin Mo held up that essence.

The moonlight shone on it, and the amber light flowed around it, making it unbelievably beautiful.

Then Lin Mo's hand tightened.

Click.

The essence of that level 80 beast king shattered into powder in his hands.

The powder slipped through her fingers, scattered by the night wind, and disappeared into the darkness.

The hunter was stunned.

He looked at Lin Mo, at the dust blown away by the wind, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Lin Mo flicked the crumbs off his hands, his voice flat and devoid of any emotion:

"I just feel disgusted."

He didn't look at the body again, and turned to walk deeper into the camp.

Hunter Axe stood still, staring at the black-robed figure from behind, and remained silent for a long time.

Then he laughed.

That smile held a complex mix of emotions, a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex feeling), and something else that was hard to describe.

"Okay. Following you doesn't seem so bad."

He shouldered the giant axe and strode after him.

Deep inside the camp, behind the largest tent, there is a bunker entrance.

The entrance was small, blocked by a heavy iron gate covered with densely engraved sealing runes.

Lin Mo stood in front of the entrance.

The hunter with the axe caught up and tapped the iron plate with his giant axe.

"Below lies the Imperial Iron Prison."

Lin Mo did not speak.

He simply reached out and placed his hand on the iron gate.

The runes on the iron gate sensed someone approaching and began to slowly circulate, emitting a dim light.

A chilly aura wafted from the crack in the door; it was the temperature of another space.

The door slowly opened.

Inside was endless darkness.

Once you enter, you truly enter the Imperial Iron Prison.

Lin Mo stepped into the darkness.

Hunter Axe took a deep breath and followed.

Otem hesitated for a second, then controlled "Li Yiguang" and stepped inside.

The iron gate slowly closed behind them.

The rune's light gradually dimmed and eventually went out completely.

On the ground, more than two hundred corpses lay quietly, blood flowing like a river, gleaming dimly under the lamplight.

After tonight, the entire capital will know.

The Second Prince, Li Yiguang, forcibly broke into the Imperial Prison, which will disqualify him from competing for the throne.

But Lin Mo didn't care about these things.